Empty, tasteless promises
Filling empty, tasteless pies
They fill our heads with fluff-n-stuff
And s'more empty, tasteless lies
Rich drips of sticky pudding
They kiss every sticky drop
They suck down all our milkshakes
Then lick sticky off the top
They smile empty, tasteless smiles
And lap up sticky off the floor
Then they eyeball our last cherry
Lick their lips and out the door
Let's stop eating tasteless pudding
Let's stop ingesting tasteless pies
I think it's time we eat more meat
Suck on your empty, tasteless lies
Lay me to rest in the lavender and roses
That I have planted in the silence beneath
Stone walls closing off the world of noise
Where I have sat and thought of only you
In prayers preparing me for your presence
Lay me in the lavender and roses
Where I have studied the clouds
And heard the voices of protecting angels
Where I have watched the bees seek nectar
And butterflies salt from skin’s memory of tears
Lay me in the lavender and roses
And let me turn back into earth
Remember me for what I wanted to be
For what I could do considering the torment
And brutality of the life I lived for you.
My honey and me
are going to sea
The terra firma, UC
is not for her or for me
Living in the wood
is not any good
Summer’s full of fleas
not to mention bees
Winter’s chill freezes my nose
not to mention, I’ve lost three toes
So off we go, out onto the ocean
my jar of honey and me, devoted bosun
So be there
SO BE THERE
TO KNOW MY LOVE FOR YOU AT THE LAST SUNSET
TO KNOW YOUR HEART AND GUT FEELINGS FOR THEY RIDE TOGETHER FOR CARNIVALS OFFEN
MAYBE STILL CONFUSED ABOUT OUR LOVE
WHICH ROLLS MORE THAN THE WHEELS RIDES ON MY NEARBY CHILDREN PLAYGROUND
SO BE THERE FOR MORE OR NO MORE OF US
WELL THAT WOULD DO .......
Beauty
One
From
The time
Of wonder
Beauty within
Faded in realm
Gone with you taken my
Love of life with beauty
Beauty of soul no matter
That was the matter of soul and body
Athar, Javadhu, colognes of delight,
Brut in a bottle, glass catching light.
Fragrances gather, they fill up the air,
A new look is given to all who wear.
Shapes and sizes, so dainty, so tall,
Perfume parades, I admire them all.
Lovely sprays, tiny pots on display,
Mesmerise seekers who pass by their way.
From Parisian fashion to Gulf’s scented art,
Ancient secrets with herbs play their part.
A jar once closed holds a world inside,
A fragrant breeze with the wind will ride.
Yet when I open, a sneeze takes hold,
Nose in protest, blocked and bold.
All ends in rain of sneezes untold—
As I’m allergic to perfumes.
Trumpet at three;
Crumpet, chai tea.
I have found that person, gentle and true,
A soul that feels like a dream come through.
In their silence, I hear a song,
In their presence, the world feels strong.
For the very first time, my prayers I hAve spoken,
To God for someone, with words unbroken.
Not for riches, not for fame,
But for this heart that calls their name.
Every glance feels warm, divine,
Like stars decided with me to shine.
Every touch is soft, a guiding flame,
Love that cherishes everything...
I have found that person, now I see,
The missing half that was meant for me.
Not by chance, not by design,
But by God’s blessing, forever mine
Stark emptiness fills my perfume bottle,
The vacuum in my vacuity,
Negligence swills it beyond the dottle,
To leave my mind bare of acuity.
For many days its void of content speaks,
But its endurance keeps my freshness plump,
Compliments make its vast emptiness squeaks,
Yet it exhales resentment from its pump.
My shirts already miss its friendliness,
Noses beg to sniff its unique sweetness,
Stale air asks to reclaim lost cleanliness,
Its presence ensures far-reaching neatness.
Importance is etched upon your label,
How I so much miss your fresh aroma,
Your sweet tale cannot be told as fable,
The freshness you bring can't end in coma.
Here and there I have read many poems
It seems that no romantic poetry like hers
Her romantic sweet writes are on the top
Short
is most sweet
when the sugar
is pure
Its message
like honey
when added
to lure
The Mime
as your server
with candy
implied
Truth
in the tasting
its richness
— to hide
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
A little drizzle of honey
A heart with pure intent
The fragrant scent of flowers
Sweetness ever present
Junio.
En cada onda, una vida.
Recuerdo entonces lo que puedo ver en ellas.
Sonará ridículo cuánto pienso en lo que llamas defectos,
porque cada marea, con raíces de sentimientos, me hace llorar.
Y yo no lloro.
Paredes marcadas. Fueron, alguna vez, el tallado de la felicidad de amantes ajenos, lejanos.
Creo que tendremos una próxima parada.
Estoy convencida.
Con mis dedos aún calientes por tus besos
tocaré la corteza del árbol en el que nos sentamos aquel día.
Cuando el error caiga,
verás la perspectiva de tu amada.
El defecto se vuelve historia.
Aprendiste a tocar lo que odiabas: los rizos escandalosos,
la sonrisa borrosa después del adiós,
el amor y el odio.
Creer en el sentimiento: desgastante en tus ojos,
cercano en los ajenos.
El creer, presente,
te obliga a amar más allá de quien crees merecedor de ello.
I feel this wave of rage
why put yourself inside that cage
turing you in sweet liquid
bottled perfume with you in it
they sell you for a lesser price
cross the counter to lesser wives
even when they smell like you
there better lies will shine through
and I’m left in this room
with an empty bottle of perfume
still your stuck in my nose
in my mind and in my clothes
sweet tender words may suffice
dreams have a life of their own
only actions go the distance
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
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